Saturday, 9 June 2012

A mad half hour

I'm a bit of a clean freak so it's taken me this long to dig the paints on when I'm alone with Grace. Matt the Husband is a little more carefree, the paints, the mud, the baking mess... he'll readily dive with a frenzy and think nothing of the time it's going to take him to clear up. (Mainly because he doesn't).

Yesterday, Grace woke late from her afternoon nap leaving us less than an hour until making the run to the station to get her Daddy. I felt reckless. Digging paint and paper out of the crafts cupboard (read: dumping ground for everything that doesn't have a home elsewhere), we dove in.

I'd picked up these foam stamps from Wilkinson's a while ago and never had the urge to use them. Fast forward to a messy game with primary colours, and we'd both had fun making art.

And the best bit for both of us? The clearing up. Grace giggled, laughed, even guffawed turning the tap on and off, soaking us both in the process.

Daughter like mother, she's a clean-bean.

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